TJohnson

WAR
War is long
it might be wrong .
The fight for my country,
I will stay strong.


I'll keep my pride
without a cry on this non-joyous ride.
Bodies here and bodies there
in the gases no one is spared.


The end is unknown
for the time till we go home.
I'm in despair
I now don't want to be here.

Trenches, death , and machine guns
I hope I'm not the next one.
Something about this is just not right
I find it hard to sleep at night.


It may not be just by a gun,
but being wounded isn't fun.
The hope of living lingers on the air
I wonder if my friends are still here.


Weapons are the cause of the death,
the bodies are buried in the field.
Poppies begin to grow
how it happens we may never know.